Chapter 798
Hong Xiaohuan was kicked to the ground, and then rolled over and over again by the blasted airflow, covering his whole body with mud.
And the black shadow that kicked Hong Xiaohuan away was scraped and torn by the wind of the wind turning into a sword, and countless sparks burst out, turning into a ball of fireworks that was blooming.
The black shadow was also blown away by the airflow, like an arrow shot out, flying far into the sky.
As the airflow gradually dissipated and subsided, the black figure drawn towards the sky suddenly disappeared in the flash, and then a white flash appeared again next to a severed wooden stick in the mud on the top of the mountain.
In the flash, Zheng Qiu jumped out holding two bottles and a few kits.
His trousers became tattered, his back was covered with fine bloodstains, and the carapace formed by the weaving iron on his body had been completely broken off.
Zheng Qiu completely resisted the move of the Winding Elephant Sword just now, in which the weaving iron played an indispensable role.
Because Hong Xiaohuan didn't infuse the power of heaven and earth when performing the Transformation Elephant Sword Technique, so the Winding Transformation Sword is purely composed of energy.
And the weaving iron has a strong resistance to Qi Jin, so it offsets nearly 60% of the power of the sword move.
The remaining 40% of the power was mostly blocked by Zheng Qiu's golden dragon seal, leaving only a large scratch on the surface of the skin in the end.
This little injury is not a problem for him, and with a little force to cover it along the body surface, all the bloodstains will disappear without a trace.
The first thing he did when he straightened up was to check whether the bottle in his arms was damaged or whether the kit was leaking.
After confirming that there was no problem, Zheng Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and put them back on his waist again.
Hong Xiaohuan has completely turned into a clay figurine, got up from the ground in a hurry, ran to Zheng Qiu, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists to express his thanks.
The whole movement is not sloppy, it is very simple.
Seeing Zheng Qiu, the other elders and disciples of Wen Jianzong were about to step forward, Yan Hua raised his hand and pressed them to signal them to stop.
He ordered in a deep voice: "This is a favor owed by Hong Xiaohuan to Zheng Qiu, you don't want to get involved."
On the other side, Zheng Qiu looked down at Hong Xiaohuan who was kneeling to thank him, shrugged and said, "I don't accept this kind of thanks from you, no matter how long you kneel, it's useless."
Hong Xiaohuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at Zheng Qiu suspiciously. If this way of thanking him doesn't work, what else should he do?
"Go back and practice your elephant swordsmanship well. When the time is right, I will ask you to do one thing."
Hearing this, Hong Xiaohuan hesitated.
The method of repaying favors with favors seems feasible, but what if Zheng Qiu asks himself to do something that violates morality and harms nature.
Seeing that the other party was silent, Zheng Qiu knew what Hong Xiaohuan was thinking, so he added: "You can rest assured that when the time comes, you will definitely agree to my request and do it seriously."
"This..." Reason told Hong Xiaohuan that Zheng Qiu's words could not be believed.
But instinct told him again, since Zheng Qiu can risk his own life, there is no need to lie about this kind of matter.
After some tangling, he finally threw away his rationality, and his life was saved by others. At this time, what's the point of talking about killing demons, righteousness, and righteousness.
He cupped his fists and said, "Okay, I agree!
no matter what you bring up,
As long as it is not deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, I will go all out to complete it. "
Zheng Qiu's rescue of Hong Xiaohuan immediately aroused whispered discussions among the cultivators present, especially those sects that were not righteous in killing demons, the discussions were most vigorous.
"Zheng Qiu actually rescued Hong Xiaohuan in a critical moment, it seems that he is not as bad as the flyer said!"
"Have you forgotten what Zhuangzhu Ge said before, Zheng Qiu is not a murderer, and those sect elites who died in the boundless Tianhe have nothing to do with him."
"That's right, that's what Villa Master Ge said, so it seems that things are indeed true."
"Villager Ge is the dignified and supreme, there is no need to lie about this kind of thing, all of this must be the work of that Mo Junrong."
"I guess so. A gentleman acts aboveboard. Even when Boss Zheng Qiu and Master Ge Shaozhuang were dueling at Dragon Sword Terrace, they fought in an upright manner."
Zheng Qiu didn't expect that saving someone would have so many benefits.
He originally thought that in order to deal with the invasion of the God Lord, the talented top masters in Yunxiu Continent, especially the young masters, could not be lost in vain or not in vain.
This is also the intention of rescuing Hong Xiaohuan, to preserve the strength of Yunxiu Continent as much as possible before the invasion of the God Lord.
The discussion process only lasted for a short while, and everyone's attention returned to the girl from the Palace of Destiny.
But this time everyone learned how to behave, they just formed a circle to block the girl's way, and didn't rush forward to snatch the jade box.
Just kidding, just now such a powerful Gale Elephant Sword has been bounced back, an attack that is less powerful than this sword technique, it must be as easy for the girl to bounce back as drinking water.
And everyone could clearly see the fighting process just now, after bouncing off the Winding Elephant Sword, the girl didn't show any signs of panting or exhaustion.
Obviously she still retains her strength and can deal with more powerful attacks.
What's more, everyone is now in the white mist enchantment, suppressed by the environment, and a lot of the power of heaven and earth in their bodies has been lost.
The masters of the gods, including the supreme gods, have suffered a severe decline in strength, and it is difficult to perform at the same level as the outside world.
Facing the girl's strange barrier called Yunlun Tiangang, everyone felt helpless for a while, not knowing how to break the tortoise shell.
The girl from the Palace of Destiny looked relaxed, not at all nervous about the environment she was in, as if she could easily defeat all cultivators.
She stared at Zheng Qiu for a moment, and found that the dense scars on Zheng Qiu's back had disappeared, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Your name is Zheng Qiu, right? You seem to be very famous. Everyone here knows you."
Hearing the girl's voice as clear as silver bells, Zheng Qiu turned around and narrowed his eyes, looking him up and down carefully.
He didn't understand why the girl would say such things. He was not famous because of the righteousness of killing demons, and he distributed the demon leaflets to the entire Yunxiu Continent.
But the girl doesn't seem to know about all this. Is the Destiny Palace so isolated from the world, that she doesn't even know the news from the outside world?
Or is it that this girl likes to practice in closed doors and keeps her ears closed, so she doesn't know her name as the big devil.
Zheng Qiu remained silent and stared at him, which made the girl's heart suddenly ignite with anger.
Without saying a word, she raised her left arm and waved her long sleeves, a flash of cold light flew out from the cuffs.
"It's too much to actually use a hidden weapon!" Zheng Qiu cursed inwardly, and quickly turned sideways to avoid it.
I still don't know what this cold light is. If it is a powerful treasure in the Palace of Destiny, resisting rashly will only ask for trouble, and avoiding it is the best policy.
As soon as he avoided the cold light, Zheng Qiu saw a figure standing in front of the girl suddenly, and directly stretched out his hand to beg for it.
"Give me the magic weapon, or don't blame me for being rude to you, even if you are the Supreme Man of Heaven to intercede, it will be useless."
The person who spoke was wearing a black tights, his head and face were tightly wrapped by a black cloth scarf, and no facial features could be seen.
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